Page 48 of My Brother's Best Men
“You’re so wet,” I say, my voice heavy and full of lust.
“That’s what you do to me,” she says hazily. “What you’ve always done for me.”
Her words hit me, but I don’t understand them. I can’t. Because when the tip of my finger slides in just enough to feel her warmth, I lose all sight of everything.
Her pussy quivers from the intrusion as I slide my finger deeper inside her.
“Is this what you want, princess?” I growl as her pussy pulses around my finger. I pull it out slowly and she mewls in agony.
“Yes,” she says.
“Want me to make you come all over my hand, huh?”
And then before I can move again, I jump because her fingers graze right over my ampallang piercing. The friction is both satisfying and painful at the same time, because my pants are so tight, but she’stouchingme, and I realize how close I actually am. I certainly don’t want to come in my pants right now, but?—
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” The concern in her voice is evident as I freeze, my cock twitching, begging to be freed.
“Fine,” I breathe. “You just…hit the spot where I’m pierced, and I wasn’t expecting it.” I let out a heavy breath, catching my own.
Her touch leaves me and for a minute, I think I fucked up. But then I feel her small hands on my waistband, the button openingto relieve tension. And then I feel her sliding my zipper down, and her warm palm against my tight bulge as a flush of precum coats me.
Her breath is shaky and her gaze meets mine. She’s nervous. Maybe it’s because she’s drunk. Maybe it’s because she knows this is a bad idea. Maybe it’s because she isn’t sure about this any more than I am, but the way her pussy flutters around my finger tells me everything I need to know.
“Anything,” I repeat. “Anything you want.” I curl my finger inside of her. “All you have to do is ask.”
She gently rocks her hips against my finger and her juices coat my hand and wrist. I slide another inside her, watching as she takes that bottom lip in between her teeth.
“I want to see it,” she says.
I chuckle. “Then look all you want, kitten.” I gently stroke her inner walls and she sucks in a heavy breath, and I take my free hand and pull my cock out. The cool air on my shaft is welcome and relieving and I don’t miss the gasp that escapes her lips.
“Oh my God,” she says, her pussy tightening around my fingers. “You’re?—”
I’ve never felt more on the spot as her eyes widen and she reaches out, her fingers delicately flicking the piercing at my tip, which causes a fresh bout of precum to escape and my cock to jump.
Her fingers slide down my shaft softly, spreading the precum that’s smeared from being pressed against my underwear, and I let out a moan, incapable of staying quiet because her fingers on my skin, on my shaft, feel too damn good.
“Told you the rumors were true,” I grit out.
“No,” she says, wrapping her small hand around my thick, long cock. “So much better than I imagined.”
Her words settle on me, her praise and lust-tinged whisper making me feel like the king of the fucking world.
“You imagine my cock a lot, Sophie?” I tease, mostly just because I’m feeling too vulnerable, too close with my fingers in her warm pussy and her hand wrapped around my leaking cock.
She nods. “All the time when we were in high school,” she says, gently stroking me. My balls draw tight and I know it’s not going to be long.
I don’t tell her that I’ve thought about this moment a lot too. Her with her hand wrapped around my cock or her mouth wrapped around my cockhead, her tongue flicking my piercing. Mostly I’ve thought about how warm and wet her pussy would feel, wrapped around my cock, about how pretty she would look with my cum spilling out of her.
I knew I shouldn’t have felt that way back then. Which is why I made a point to sink my cock into every woman I could, every woman whowasn’tSophie, to try and erase those thoughts. And for awhile, it worked.
But now that I have Sophie here, with her hand around my cock and my fingers buried in her pussy, it’s impossible to ignore those thoughts.
“Tell me what you thought about,” I order as our bodies shift. She lies down on her side, burrowing closer to me. Her hand cups my cockhead and her motion drives my fingers in deeper. Ibuild my rhythm, pumping my fingers in and out of her. “Tell me about how you imagined my cock filling you.”
Sophie’s mouth finds mine, effectively shutting me up as she slides her tongue against mine and starts to stroke me. Fast and hard. Her pussy pulses around my fingers and I continue my onslaught, breaking away as my lips find her ear.
“That’s what you thought about, right?” I taunt her. “Thought about this big, thick cock, stretching you, filling you full of cum.”
